She wandered through the garden fence,And said, "I've brought a great expens-Ive potion, guaranteed to bringRelief from all your suffering."And though I said, "You don't exist,"She grasped me firmly by the wrist,Threw me down upon my back,And strapped me to a torture rackAnd without further argument,I found my mind was also bentUpon a course so deviousIt only made my torment worse

She said, "I see you cannot speak,Is it your voice that is too weak?Is it your tongue that is to blame?